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steps. He told with pride that his grandmother 
planted it, and “it was the flowering variety that no 
one else had in Rhode Island, not even in green- 
houses in Newport.” Miller Rose ground corn meal 
and flour with ancient millstones, and infinitely better 
were his grindings than “ store meal.” He could tell 
you, with prolonged detail, of the new-fangled roller 
he bought and used 
one week, and not a 
decent Johnny-cake 
could be made from 
the meal, and it 
shamed him. So he 
threw away all the 
meal he hadn’t sold ; 
and then the new 
machinery was pulled 
out and the millstones 
replaced, “ to await the 
Lord’s coming,” he 
added, being a Second 
Adventist — or by his 
own title a “Christa- 
delphian and an Old 
Bachelor.” He was a 
famous preacher, hav- 
ing a pulpit built of heavy stones, in the woods near 
his mill. A little trying it was to hear the outpour- 
ings of his long sermons on summer afternoons, 
while you waited for him to come down from his 
pulpit and his prophesyings to give you your bag 
of meal. A tithing of time he gave each day to the 
London Pride. 
